Nick-B in this motherf*cker
336
Been a long time coming
What the f*ck you really be on you aint running the block
Everybody with me mobbing we ain't f*cking with opps
Stay committed since a youngin, we just running the top
I been flexing for a long time they want me to drop
Woah
Where did I go wrong I'm stuck in this life
I been chasing them checks I'll put your lights out at night
And it's survival of the fittest, cause you taking em light
And on that topic of discussion you just pussies like dikes
Heard you bitches talking big, but is you really gonna get it
Turn a flame in the morgue, Go to war you get the picture
Ballin every time you see its 23 swishs
You ain't gotta f*ck with me I swear to God I wont miss ya
I went from hustlin boom kush to selling the dope
My brother caught me in the kitchen water whippin the coke
And if shit got real, no games, we stuck to the code
Wish you was in my position breakin bread on the road
We in our bag on this one
They rather see me crucified then walking with my head high
I'm out to prove em wrong no avoiding now I'm on the rise
Moving made a couple plays plotting with the homie Jake
Tell me what the price, chop it up and serving raw
Ok bet we some winner rolling around with some dealers
Draco killing the village don't wrap it up I ain't finished
Bet you they gonna remember, 23rd thousand the killa
Nick-B colder than winter, f*ck being chill I'm a villain
Just take a look in my eyes, what do you see, a true hustler like God
I bring the beast out of me don't give a f*ck what they talkin bout
I'ma make em believe and if it look like I'm rolling dog
Well shit I might be
Bad bitch come from the streets got me chasin the bag
Can't get no rest outa me
It like I'm down on my last
She ask me where could I be, coppin an attitude fast
I pray, I'm playing for keep
Front you pay me right back
I need my money now
I need my money now
Lay you on the ground
I'm pushing work now
I got you hating loud
I got that AK-47 that don't make a sound
So I'm the one they hating, Me
I bet they under rating Me
I just gotta make em see
They brought the killa outa me
I'm out for blood, I chase cheese
I need you to witness The, taking off is 23 I bet they'll never finish me
I ain't budging
Young Bullard - Intro Lyrics
Young Bullard - Intro Lyrics
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Nick-B in this motherf*cker
336
Been a long time coming
What the f*ck you really be on you aint running the block
Everybody with me mobbing we ain't f*cking with opps
Stay committed since a youngin, we just running the top
I been flexing for a long time they want me to drop
Woah
Where did I go wrong I'm stuck in this life
I been chasing them checks I'll put your lights out at night
And it's survival of the fittest, cause you taking em light
And on that topic of discussion you just pussies like dikes
Heard you bitches talking big, but is you really gonna get it
Turn a flame in the morgue, Go to war you get the picture
Ballin every time you see its 23 swishs
You ain't gotta f*ck with me I swear to God I wont miss ya
I went from hustlin boom kush to selling the dope
My brother caught me in the kitchen water whippin the coke
And if shit got real, no games, we stuck to the code
Wish you was in my position breakin bread on the road
We in our bag on this one
They rather see me crucified then walking with my head high
I'm out to prove em wrong no avoiding now I'm on the rise
Moving made a couple plays plotting with the homie Jake
Tell me what the price, chop it up and serving raw
Ok bet we some winner rolling around with some dealers
Draco killing the village don't wrap it up I ain't finished
Bet you they gonna remember, 23rd thousand the killa
Nick-B colder than winter, f*ck being chill I'm a villain
Just take a look in my eyes, what do you see, a true hustler like God
I bring the beast out of me don't give a f*ck what they talkin bout
I'ma make em believe and if it look like I'm rolling dog
Well shit I might be
Bad bitch come from the streets got me chasin the bag
Can't get no rest outa me
It like I'm down on my last
She ask me where could I be, coppin an attitude fast
I pray, I'm playing for keep
Front you pay me right back
I need my money now
I need my money now
Lay you on the ground
I'm pushing work now
I got you hating loud
I got that AK-47 that don't make a sound
So I'm the one they hating, Me
I bet they under rating Me
I just gotta make em see
They brought the killa outa me
I'm out for blood, I chase cheese
I need you to witness The, taking off is 23 I bet they'll never finish me
I ain't budging
336
Been a long time coming
What the f*ck you really be on you aint running the block
Everybody with me mobbing we ain't f*cking with opps
Stay committed since a youngin, we just running the top
I been flexing for a long time they want me to drop
Woah
Where did I go wrong I'm stuck in this life
I been chasing them checks I'll put your lights out at night
And it's survival of the fittest, cause you taking em light
And on that topic of discussion you just pussies like dikes
Heard you bitches talking big, but is you really gonna get it
Turn a flame in the morgue, Go to war you get the picture
Ballin every time you see its 23 swishs
You ain't gotta f*ck with me I swear to God I wont miss ya
I went from hustlin boom kush to selling the dope
My brother caught me in the kitchen water whippin the coke
And if shit got real, no games, we stuck to the code
Wish you was in my position breakin bread on the road
We in our bag on this one
They rather see me crucified then walking with my head high
I'm out to prove em wrong no avoiding now I'm on the rise
Moving made a couple plays plotting with the homie Jake
Tell me what the price, chop it up and serving raw
Ok bet we some winner rolling around with some dealers
Draco killing the village don't wrap it up I ain't finished
Bet you they gonna remember, 23rd thousand the killa
Nick-B colder than winter, f*ck being chill I'm a villain
Just take a look in my eyes, what do you see, a true hustler like God
I bring the beast out of me don't give a f*ck what they talkin bout
I'ma make em believe and if it look like I'm rolling dog
Well shit I might be
Bad bitch come from the streets got me chasin the bag
Can't get no rest outa me
It like I'm down on my last
She ask me where could I be, coppin an attitude fast
I pray, I'm playing for keep
Front you pay me right back
I need my money now
I need my money now
Lay you on the ground
I'm pushing work now
I got you hating loud
I got that AK-47 that don't make a sound
So I'm the one they hating, Me
I bet they under rating Me
I just gotta make em see
They brought the killa outa me
I'm out for blood, I chase cheese
I need you to witness The, taking off is 23 I bet they'll never finish me
I ain't budging
Writer: Nick Bullard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid